


They Don’t Pay Me Enough for This Shit

by BeccaAnne814



Series: Sam Wilson x Reader Oneshots [2]
Category: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Genre: Death, F/M, Fluff, Gun Violence, Snark. . .like so much snark, cursing, endgame spoilers
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-02-15
Updated: 2020-02-15
Packaged: 2021-02-26 12:10:23
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,010
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22735246
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BeccaAnne814/pseuds/BeccaAnne814
Summary: After Steve Rogers passed the shield to Sam Wilson, someone had to be in charge of keeping him and Bucky from killing one another.  Unfortunately, that job fell to you.  Will you be able to keep your sanity and continue to save the world, or will Sam and Bucky be the death of you?
Relationships: sam wilson x reader
Series: Sam Wilson x Reader Oneshots [2]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/772467
Comments: 5
Kudos: 22





	They Don’t Pay Me Enough for This Shit

**Author's Note:**

> This is my submission for @imhereforbvcky and @justsomebucky’s Cap2 Challenge. My prompt was “You know the nearest hospital is twenty miles from here, right?” Thank you both for hosting this amazing challenge and giving me an excellent reason to add another Sam Wilson fic to my Masterlist! On a side note, I spent a good two hours looking for the comic panel that accompanies this fic…to the point I truly thought I’d dreamt it up! Thankfully, I found it because it’s the inspiration behind this story. I decided to insert the picture within the fic, and once you get there, you’ll understand why.

**Sam Wilson x Reader**

**Summary** – After Steve Rogers passed the shield to Sam Wilson, someone had to be in charge of keeping him and Bucky from killing one another. Unfortunately, that job fell to you. Will you be able to keep your sanity and continue to save the world, or will Sam and Bucky be the death of you?

**Warnings** – Fluff, Gun Violence, Death, Cursing, and Snark. . .like so much snark 

**Word Count** – 4.7K

**Notes** – This is my submission for [@imhereforbvcky](https://tmblr.co/myjR-G2kifHXaJnBQvYT8NA) and [@justsomebucky](https://tmblr.co/m_pN50T_JY_h7eUy_1jBc_g)'s Cap2 Challenge. My prompt was **"You know the nearest hospital is twenty miles from here, right?"** Thank you both for hosting this amazing challenge and giving me an excellent reason to add another Sam Wilson fic to my Masterlist! On a side note, I spent a good two hours looking for the comic panel that accompanies this fic. . .to the point I truly thought I'd dreamt it up! Thankfully, I found it because it's the inspiration behind this story. I decided to insert the picture within the fic, and once you get there, you'll understand why.

_ ** [~Masterlist~](https://beccaanne814.tumblr.com/post/174989754188/masterlist) ** _

"I'm sorry," Fury said as he leaned forward on the table and glared at the old man sitting in front of him. "You did what, now?"

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A shit-eating grin spread across Steve's sun-spotted and wrinkled face. "I gave the shield to Sam."

"Sam 'I do what he does, just slower' Wilson? That Sam?" Maria Hill asked for clarification. 

Steve looked confused. "You just made my point for me, Maria."

Fury shook his head as he picked up a pen and began absentmindedly clicking it. "I think Hill's concerned that you seem to have missed the _slower_ part of that statement, Cap." He gave Steve hard look. "Why not Barnes? He's the supersoldier."

"He's not ready," Steve said with a sad shake of his head. "HYDRA still has his mind all messed up, and he doesn't need the added stress." He paused and looked at them thoughtfully. "I think he's more than happy to continue fighting alongside Captain America, though."

"Barnes and Wilson hate one another," Maria reminded him.

Steve waved away her concerns. "They're too much alike—I can admit that—but they'll eventually figure it out."

Fury let out a long breath and turned to Maria. "You up for the challenge?"

Maria sat back in her chair as she vehemently shook her head. "Oh, hell no. It was bad enough trying to keep Rogers and Wilson in check. My anxiety levels can't handle Barnes and Wilson."

Steve began to chuckle as he remembered some of the sticky situations he and Sam had gotten into and how angry Maria had gotten when she'd been tasked with cleaning up their mess. He could only imagine how much more difficult life would be for the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in charge of Bucky and Sam.

He started to make a wisecrack, but a woman walking past in the hallway caught his eye. "YN?" 

YN stopped when she heard her name, but when she looked into the conference room, it took her a moment to reconcile the familiar voice with the old man sitting alongside the Director and Agent Hill. "Steve?" She stepped into the room and nodded at the two senior agents before walking over to give Steve a hug. "I'd heard the rumors, but I guess seeing truly is believing." She pulled back and gave him a quick once-over. "How are you?"

Fury gestured between Steve and YN with the pen he still held in his hand. "You two know each other?"

"Yes, sir," YN said as she gave Steve a warm smile. "We worked together after the Decimation."

"So, you were one of the ones left behind?" Maria asked. "What kind of work did you and the Captain do, exactly?"

"She actually worked with Natasha," Steve said as a wave of sadness washed over him. Although for him it had been over eighty years since her death, it still haunted him that he couldn't find a way to save her.

"Oh, so you helped to coordinate the effort to keep peace in the universe?" Fury asked, sounding impressed.

YN's mouth dropped open and she made a noncommittal sound just before she snapped it closed again.

Steve chuckled and took pity on his friend. "YN actually handled a more important job right here on Earth." Maria and Fury looked both confused and interested, so he continued. "It started out as Nat's project, but YN was the one that ran with it once Nat took on the role of babysitting the universe." He reached out and laid a hand on YN's shoulder. "She organized and maintained hundreds of orphanages all over the world for children that had lost their parents in the Decimation."

"It was all Natasha's idea," YN said, trying to downplay her involvement. "I just stepped in when her attention was needed elsewhere."

"Wow," Maria said as her eyes grew wide. "It never occurred to me that there would be kids left without parents after. . ." Her words trailed off as her mind started trying to comprehend the number of children that must have been affected by the Decimation.

"And what happened to those orphans after Bruce reversed the Snap?" Fury asked.

YN held up the file folder that she'd been carrying. "We've got a few hundred kids in facilities across the world that are still without parents, but we're actively working to find them. Unfortunately, some of these kids had to be moved miles away from their homes, and in some of the more remote areas, it's harder to disseminate information to the public." She took a deep breath and nodded slowly. "I'm confident that within the next few weeks, all of the children will be reunited with their parents."

Fury sat back and steepled his fingers. "So, what I'm hearing is that you're pretty good with kids, Agent YLN?"

YN wasn't sure where the Director was going with his question, but she had a feeling she wasn't going to like it. "You could say that."

Maria picked up the file on Barnes and Wilson and handed it her. "Then we have the perfect assignment for you." She waited until YN had taken the folder and opened it up to the first page. "There's a significant pay raise involved with this promotion. . .just in case you were wondering."

YN flipped through a few pages before her gaze sought out Steve's. She saw the mischievous glint in his eye and it warmed her heart to see him looking so carefree again, even if it was at her expense. A part of her wanted to toss the file back on the table and run as fast as she could, but she knew that Steve would rest easier knowing someone he trusted was watching out for his two best friends.

Closing the file, she let out a sigh. "How much of a pay raise are we talking?"

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YN spent a good thirty minutes delegating all of her open cases to other agents before heading down to the training room where she'd been assured she'd find Barnes and Wilson hard at work. Instead, she found the two of them sitting with their feet propped up on a table shooting spit wads at one another.

"They don't pay me enough for this shit," she muttered under her breath as she let the door slam closed behind her. The two superheroes quickly dropped their feet and tried to look innocent.

"Hello, doll," Bucky said as a flirtatious smile spread across his face.

YN's menacing glare didn't flinch. "First of all, I'm not your doll, your sweetheart, or your baby. My name is Agent YLN and you'll address me as such. Understood?" She watched Bucky's smile fade as Sam sat up a little straighter in his seat. "I'm not sure who I pissed off, but it must have been someone pretty high up to get stuck with you two numbskulls." She slapped a file on the table and leaned down as she continued to glare at them. "So, here's how things are going to work. I'm in charge of keeping you two out of trouble, and in return I expect you to cause me absolutely _no_ trouble at all. Are we clear?"

Bucky and Sam exchanged a look before they both turned back to YN and nodded slowly. She'd gone back and forth on what type of approach to take with the two superheroes, and in the end, she'd gone with drill sergeant. As a woman working in a male-dominated field, she was already at a disadvantage, but with their military backgrounds, she figured they'd respect her more if she asserted her authority right off the bat. There would be time to make friends once she was sure they understood that she was the one calling the shots.

"Now that that's settled, I want to see you two actually training," she told them as she straightened up and crossed her arms over her chest. She turned her eyes to Sam. "You're used to being the sidekick, Wilson, but those days are over. Cap trusted you with the shield, so it's time to prove to the world that he was right to choose you as his successor." Her gaze softened a bit when she saw his deer-in-the-headlights expression. "You're going to be the one making knee-jerk decisions in the field, so it's time to step up. You haven't had this much responsibility since your days with ParaRescue, but I'm sure you'll figure it out."

She turned to Bucky and saw that he was enjoying her dressing-down of Sam a little too much. "And as for you, Sergeant, I expect you to be able to follow orders like the good little soldier you're supposed to be." YN knew she'd struck a nerve with her jab, but she wasn't about to appear like a pushover on her first day. "Wilson is the Captain now, so, like it or not, he outranks you. And since I'll be taking my orders from the Director himself, I outrank both of you." She paused for a moment to let that tidbit of information sink in. "Is that going to be a problem?"

Sam stood and held out a hand. "No, ma'am. It'll be a pleasure working with you."

She warily considered his outstretched hand, but eventually she extended her own and gave his a firm shake. As much as she wanted to deny it, the second her skin made contact with his, a jolt went through her entire system. It was just her luck that she'd end up working with the one Avenger she'd been harboring a crush on for the better part of a decade.

Forcing herself to let him be the one to break contact, she steeled her nerves and turned to Bucky. His appraising look made her wonder if he'd seen through her façade, so she cocked an eyebrow and dared him to say something.

"I'm sure we'll get along like a house on fire," Bucky eventually said as he reached out to shake her hand.

YN knew the meaning of the idiom, but she couldn't help the snarky retort that came out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "For the love of God, don't catch anything on fire."

Sam burst out laughing, and soon Bucky was joining in. YN shook her head and started muttering under her breath again. "They don't pay me enough for this shit."

"What was that?" Sam asked.

"Nothing," YN said as she gestured to the shield propped up next to his chair. "Go have Barnes show you how to use that thing so you'll be ready to get into the field by the end of the week."

Sam looked confused. "Have Barnes. . ?"

A slow smile spread across her face. "He was there when Howard Stark first gave it to Cap in the forties. You really think the Howling Commandos didn't take turns playing with that thing?"

Glancing over at Bucky, Sam saw the truth of YN's words in his eyes. Then he remembered that one brief moment in Germany when Bucky had almost knocked Rhodey out of the sky after Steve had dropped the shield. He nodded at Bucky. "Let's get to work, then."

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It had been touch and go for the first few weeks and YN had often wanted to march into Fury's office at the end of the day and quit, but she refused to let the childish antics and non-stop bickering get to her. She found that it wasn't so bad when they were out in the field, but training sessions were enough to send her home with a migraine. So she made up every excuse in the book to keep them on the go and out of S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters as much as possible.

The worst of their jabs were in the form of memes sent back and forth by text, so YN was usually exempt from those shenanigans. Director Fury monitored their phones and liked to call her into his office so he could share some of his favorites with her. She tried to keep a straight face, but there were times she couldn't help but laugh at how far they'd go to insult one another. How Steve had put up with the two of them was beyond her comprehension.

Both of them were notorious flirts, and while they treated her with the upmost respect, there were times when their true personalities slipped through the cracks. Bucky was easy to overlook and ignore, but whenever Sam would grace her with one of his million-dollar smiles, she felt like a love-struck teenager. She'd hoped her attraction to Sam would diminish the longer she worked with him, but it turned out the opposite was true—the longer she spent in his company and got to know him, the harder she started to fall for him.

At the end of the first two months, Sam and Bucky had asked her to join them for drinks at their favorite dive bar. She'd almost refused, but then she'd seen the invitation for what it truly was—a peace offering. Her tough-as-nails approach had left little room for familiarity between the three of them, but she realized that even though she hadn't been looking for their friendship, they were freely offering it her.

"Just one drink," she said as she eyed them warily.

The seedy bar was exactly what she'd expected—dim lighting, bowls of boiled peanuts scattered across the scarred bar, and a jukebox in the corner playing songs from the seventies. The mirror behind the bar looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years, but the bottles of alcohol were neatly lined up so that the labels were all facing outward. As decorations went, there were autographed pictures of celebrities standing beside the owner framed and hung over the booths lining the wall opposite the bar, but not much else.

Sam pulled out a bar stool for her while Bucky chose the stool on the other side of her, effectively sandwiching her between them.

"Hey, Jack," Bucky called out to the bartender. "Sam and I'll have our usuals." He turned to YN. "What's your poison?"

Jack sauntered over and gave her an appraising look as he popped the top on two beers for Sam and Bucky. She knew he was expecting her to order a "girly" drink, and while a glass of wine or a margarita sounded amazing, she decided to prove a point. Nodding toward Sam she said, "I'll have what he's having."

"Coming right up, pretty lady," Jack said as he grabbed another beer from the cooler and popped the top for her.

"Don't mind Jack," Sam told her as she tilted the bottle and took a long drink.

She set the bottle on the bar and began running her thumb over the condensation that had gathered on its surface. "I'm used to it."

"You seem like a smart woman," Bucky said as he leaned and elbow on the bar and studied her. "Why'd you join S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"She's fifth generation military," Sam said before YN had a chance to answer.

She sat back and narrowed her eyes. "You read my file?"

"You read ours, didn't you?" Sam asked as a smirk lifted the corner of his lips.

She shrugged and turned back to Bucky. "I was recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. out of the Air Force Academy. Apparently I'd taken an aptitude test that put me on their radar. Since I'd already graduated, they let me do my training in the field under Agent Melinda May." She took another swig of her beer. "Best damn teacher I've ever had."

"I've heard stories about her," Sam said with an appreciative nod. "Not sure how many of them are true, though."

"All of them," YN said without a moment's hesitation. "There's a reason they call her the Cavalry."

A song came on the jukebox and a sultry smile spread across Sam's face as he recognized the tune. "Marvin Gaye, _Trouble Man_." He turned to YN and held out a hand. "Dance with me."

His request was more of a demand than a question, so she pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. "I beg your pardon."

He rolled his eyes and tried again. "Would you like to dance, Agent YLN?"

She glanced over her shoulder at the near-empty bar before turning back to him. "No one else is dancing, Wilson."

Bucky leaned over her shoulder. "Just dance with the guy so he'll shut up and I can enjoy my beer."

"Shut up, Barnes," she said with a withering look at the former assassin. Turning back to Sam, she wasn't surprised to see his hand still outstretched toward her. She knew she'd probably regret her decision later on, but she'd just blame it on the alcohol and threaten them both if they ever mentioned it to anyone. "Fine. But just one dance."

She slipped her hand in his as he helped her from her stool. Before she get her feet fully under her, he'd swept her into his arms and began to twirl them around the empty space in front of the jukebox. She'd noticed how agile he was during training, so it came as no surprise to her that he knew how to move on the dance floor. What was surprising to her was how his moves were affecting her. 

With his hands on her hips, he drew her closer to him and she felt the breath catch in her throat. His deep brown eyes were focused on hers and the intensity behind them had her reeling. Poets and song writers went on for days about the allure of blue eyes, but the longer YN stared into Sam's she realized that brown eyes were every bit as beautiful—if not more so—than blue. There was a richness and warmth in his gaze that made her feel as though she was basking in the light of the sun. She knew there was a pretty good chance that her newfound appreciation for brown eyes was solely because of Sam, but as they continued to dance, she found she didn't care one way or the other.

YN's phone dinged with an incoming message, breaking the spell she and Sam had fallen under. Reluctantly, she stepped out of his embrace and pulled the phone out of her pocket to read the notification on the screen. With a furrowed brow, she swiped right to open her messaging app and with each word she read, she became even more concerned.

"Is everything alright?" Sam asked when he saw the expression on YN's face.

She shook her head. "No. It's one of the orphanages." She looked up and met his gaze. "It's under attack."

"What?" Bucky asked as he rose from his stool and joined them in the middle of the room. "Why would anyone attack an orphanage?"

YN was still trying to make sense of the information she'd just read. "It's the one just outside of Bangkok. One of the kids there had a family member in the Red Wa gang and when the agent in charge realized it, he tried to get the child in protective custody, but he wasn't quick enough."

Bucky dug out a twenty and threw it on the bar. "Let's go."

"What?" YN asked as Sam also threw some money on the bar and gave Jack a mock salute.

"You're obviously heading to Thailand, and we're not about to let you go alone," Sam said as he grabbed her hand and began leading her out of the bar.

"We're only a few blocks from Bleeker Street," Bucky said as he nodded toward his left. "Think the wizard will open a portal for us?"

"It'll be faster than the jet." Sam kept ahold of YN's hand as they began walking toward the New York Sanctum.

YN hadn't been able to say a word for the past few minutes due to shock. Part of it was due to the news of the attack on the orphanage, but the other part was due to the fact that for the first time since she'd gotten her assignment, Bucky and Sam were working together without any of their normal bickering. She adamantly refused to believe that her dance with Sam had anything to do with the fact that she was struggling to put two words together, but whatever had passed between them in the bar would have to wait until after they'd handled the situation in Thailand.

When Strange answered the door and heard about their dilemma, he immediately opened a portal to S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters so they could gather their weapons before opening another to Bangkok. YN had used a portal the day they'd all gathered to fight Thanos and the Black Order, but she wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to that particular form of travel. The sensation of traveling halfway around the world in one step was both surreal and a bit nauseating, but they didn't have time to focus on that. The Red Wa had breached the entrance of the orphanage by the time they'd gotten there, and YN didn't waste any time rushing into the building. 

Sam and Bucky went to follow her in, but gunfire from the roof had them taking cover behind a dumpster in the alley.

"We need to get in that building," Sam said as he popped his head around the dumpster to see if there were any gang members heading their way.

"No, we need to take out the snipers on the roof," Bucky disagreed as he nodded toward the sky.

Sam followed the direction of his gaze. "Can you take them out from here?"

Bucky shook his head. "I've got an idea, though."

After Bucky had laid out his plan, Sam shook his head. "You know the nearest hospital is twenty miles from here, right?"

"Trust me," Bucky assured him with a wicked grin. "This is gonna work."

"YN's going to be pissed," Sam warned him as he stood and extended his wings.

"Not after we save her ass." He got his rifle ready and waited for Sam to loop his arms under his.

As Sam flew them both toward the roof, Bucky started taking aim at the snipers, picking them off one by one. When the last one had been killed, Sam dropped him like a sack of potatoes on the roof.

"Dammit, man," Sam said as he began rubbing his aching shoulders. "You need to go on a diet."

Bucky held out his vibranium arm. "Blame the Princess—this thing weighs a ton."

Sam saw through Bucky's bullshit. "The hell it does. That titanium piece of shit HYDRA made for you was the clunky one." He scoffed before adding, "You've just been eating too many damn pancakes. Don't deny it, I've seen you stuffing your face in the cafeteria every morning."

"I have a high metabolism, birdbrain," Bucky fired back as he smacked Sam on the back of the head. "Supersoldier serum, remember?"

"Supersoldier serum," Sam muttered in a mocking tone. "You're just like Rogers—always using that damn serum as an excuse for everything."

"I can't leave you two alone for five seconds, can I?" YN barked as she stepped out onto the roof with a whimpering child in her arms and five armed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents behind her. "Have you been up here bickering like an old married couple the entire time I was down there fighting off a dozen gangbangers?"

Bucky had sense enough to look abashed as he ran a hand through his hair and pointed toward the dead snipers scattered across the rooftop.

"We took out the snipers," Sam said, refusing to let YN make him feel guilty. "You're welcome."

YN was saved from answering as the roar of a helicopter landing on the roof made talking impossible. She handed off the kid to one of the agents and went to instruct the pilot on where to take them.

Once the child and the team were safely on their way to a safe house, she turned back to Sam. Now that the initial threat was over, she had time to think, and her eyes narrowed as her mind came to the only possible conclusion for how Bucky and Sam had both beaten her to the roof. "You know the nearest hospital is twenty miles away, right?"

"I told you she was going to be pissed," Sam reminded Bucky.

"Everyone's alive," Bucky pointed out just before he noticed one of the snipers was still alive and was reaching for his gun. Without missing a beat, Bucky fired off a round and the gangbanger slumped back to the ground. "Except these guys, but they had it coming."

YN rubbed her hands over her face and muttered under her breath. "They don't pay me enough for this shit."

"You keep saying that," Sam said as he reached out and grabbed her hands. He waited until she was looking at him before continuing. "You love us, and you know it."

"I do not. . ."

"Well, maybe not Barnes," Sam interrupted as he pulled her into his arms. "But you definitely love me."

She saw the cocky assurance in his eyes and she desperately wanted to refute his claim, but she knew it would be a lie. He looked as though he was going to kiss her and the nervous anticipation that proceeds a first kiss settled deep within her gut as she waited for him to make a move.

Sam's hand cupped her face as his thumb began trailing along her cheek. His eyes, filled with desire, were as dark as obsidian as he searched her face for permission to keep going. But she was incapable of movement, incapable of speech, incapable of thought as her senses were completely focused on him.

Just as he leaned forward to brush his lips across hers, the sound of Bucky clearing his throat behind them caused Sam to pause. Looking over his shoulder with a glare, he snarled, "Dammit, Barnes."

Bucky gestured toward the steadily growing arc of orange sparks on the other side of the roof. "Our ride's here." He clapped Sam on the back as he began walking toward the portal, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "Guess the hanky-panky will have to wait until after the debriefing."

Sam fumed as he watched Bucky saunter through the portal. "They don't pay me enough for this shit."

"Hey," YN said as she playfully smacked his arm. "That's my line."

"And it's a damn good line," Sam agreed with an appreciative nod. "Think we can get Fury to give us a raise? Babysitting Barnes is pain in the ass."

Shaking her head in disbelief, she followed him through the portal. "And you think you're a walk in the park?"

He raised the shield and struck a heroic pose. "I'm Captain America, baby."

YN drew up short and began poking him in the chest with each word she snarled. "What did I say about calling me 'baby?'"

Sam saw the murderous look in her eye and immediately knew he'd crossed the line. "I'm sor. . I didn't mean. . . It just slipped out. . . I swear. . ."

A smirk lifted the corner of her lips. "I guess it's official, now."

He waited a beat to see if she'd finish her thought. "What's official."

"You're America's Ass."

She turned her back on him and headed toward the conference room, but Sam was still trying to figure out what she'd meant. They'd all heard Scott Lang tell the story of traveling back to 2012 New York with Tony and Steve, but Sam was almost positive Tic-Tac had said "That's America's Ass." The way YN had worded it left no room for misinterpretation, and Sam had a moment of panic as he realized he'd probably just screwed up any chance he might have had with her.

Just as despair started to settle in, he saw YN walk back out into the hallway. Still rooted the spot he was shocked when she stopped right in front of him, framed his face with her hands, and began kissing him like it was the last thing she'd ever do. He'd dreamt of the way she'd feel in his arms, but somehow reality outshone every single fantasy he'd ever had about this moment. 

"Screw America," she whispered breathlessly as she pulled away just far enough to meet his eyes. "That's my ass." She watched the passion in his eyes fade as humor took its place. "After the debrief, you can buy me a drink. . .and maybe we can finish that dance."

Feeling like the luckiest guy in the world, Sam nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

She nodded and stepped away. Walking back to the conference room, she looked back over her shoulder at him. "They still don't pay me enough for this shit."


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